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The Legend of Futian
Author :Jing Wu Hen
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From the depths of the Holy Land of Taichu, another horrific aura permeated. An extreme icy aura covered the boundless space, quickly lowering the temperature of the entire Holy Land of Taichu. At the same time, a terrifying roar was heard. In that direction, glacial divine swords surged with an extremely terrifying impact, moving toward where Ye Futian was.

Obviously, the other man knew that Ye Futian was the leader of this battle, as he led his people here to the Holy Land of Taichu to destroy them.

Without Ye Futian, today’s battle would not have occurred. Therefore, he wanted to kill Ye Futian directly.

Buzz! A powerful aura erupted behind Ye Futian as Emperor Xi stepped forward. A massive phantom of Xuanwu, the Black Turtle, appeared above the firmament. It blocked out everything in the sky, bearing the weight of `that terrifying attack.

Emperor Xi moved forward, preparing to slay the opponent, and locked onto him.

Not many of them came this time, but they were all top combatants; all of them were at least peak Renhuang level cultivators. Cultivators with lower cultivation would only be a burden in a battle like this and unable to do much good.

In different directions, terrible battles were breaking out. The entire Holy Land of Taichu was exploding frantically. Loud booming sounds blasted in everyone’s mind continuously. The devastating storm of the Great Path made them feel suffocated and desperate.

It was simply madness!

They never thought that someone would lead a legion to attack the Holy Land of Taichu. But they saw it today. Not only did they come, but they were also extremely powerful and aggressive.

Everyone raised their head to look at the white-haired man, who continued to move forward. This man was the legendary figure from Original Realm—Ye Futian.

Ye Futian continued moving forward, and the devastating storm of the Great Path around him seemed not to have the slightest impact on him. He led his people inside the Holy Land of Taichu, glanced at the battlefield, and said, “Anyone who participates in the fight will be killed.”

A cold light flashed across his eyes. Once, the forces of the Divine Prefecture formed an alliance against the Ziwei Segmentum, and the Holy Land of Taichu was one of them. Regardless of any other grievances of the past, just for this offense alone, they must destroy the Holy Land of Taichu. If they didn’t, those same people would invade and attack the Ziwei Segmentum in the future.

His divine consciousness covered the entire Holy Land of Taichu, and many of its cultivation courts. Except for Taichu Saint Emperor, who had survived the second Divine Tribulation of the Great Path, two others had survived the first divine tribulation. They were now fighting with Murong Yu and Emperor Xi.

In the past, there was another one, Swordmaster of Taichu Sparring Grounds, who had been slain by him using the divine body of the Shenjia the Great Emperor, so that there was one less peak character in the Holy Land of Taichu.


In addition to the three great cultivators in the Tribulation Plane, there were seven or eight more Renhuang with a perfect Great Path in the Holy Land of Taichu. This was considered a very powerful lineup because this was, after all, the Holy Land of Taichu Domain.

But this kind of lineup was not enough to contend with the opponents facing them.

Ye Futian didn’t make any moves himself. He wanted to monitor the entire battlefield to ensure that the cultivators on his side would not suffer any injuries. Although their side was currently at an advantage, they should not take their enemies lightly.

“Form the matrix,” said a voice in the distance. Those cultivators from the Holy Land of Taichu gathered in panic and began to form the matrix. In the Taichu Sparring Grounds, countless swordsmen now levitated into the sky at the same time, suspended high above the sky. All of their bodies were filled with a frightening sword will.

The sword will flowed and circulated, attracting the divine light of the Great Path between heaven and earth. Sword aurora appeared with extreme radiance. It seemed as if they could split open this world.

Above the firmament, a phantom, like that of a sword god, appeared. Then, millions of divine swords were unleashed toward Ye Futian and his people, like a sword light of total destruction.

Hua Jieyu took a step forward, straddling the space, floating beneath the sword matrix. She lifted her beautiful eyes and glanced at the sword matrix, and a dull sound was heard between heaven and earth. A suffocating pressure of might soon followed as time and space seemed to come to a stop. The speed of those swords falling suddenly slowed; it seemed as if they were about to stop.

Boom! Hua Jieyu took another step, and all the divine swords in the sky were still. At this moment, Chen Yi moved. The cleansing divine light bloomed to turn his body into a light, rushing towards those swordsmen.

At this time, those swordsmen felt a sting in their spiritual energy, as if their bodies were not under their own control, nor could they control their own swords. Their expressions quickly changed to one with shock, and they attempted to gather their sword will for a final attack, but the light was faster than they were.

Puh-puh, puh… The sword of light shuttled past, and everyone was pierced through their throat. From the sky above, those swordsmen who were inside the matrix fell to their deaths at the same time.

When the cultivators from the Holy Land of Taichu beheld this scene, their hearts trembled violently as they watched all these people perish in front of their eyes.

Ye Futian and the others continued moving forward. Countless cauldrons were floating high above the sky, containing terrible power. When these cauldrons were spinning, the golden divine light threatened to shatter the space. Its force was beyond horrific.

“Kill.” Although these cultivators had seen the sorry ending of those swordsmen, they did not back down. Tens of thousands of cauldrons covered this corner of the sky, and slamming down for the kill at the same time with extremely aggressive force.

This time, Ye Futian walked forward and stepped into the space below those destructive cauldrons. He stood in the center of that destructive divine light.

Rays of divine light spilled down and blasted on him. The cultivators of the Holy Land of Taichu showed a coldness in their eyes, but they were shocked to find that Ye Futian freely bathed in the divine light of destruction. He not only did not move but was allowing that divine light to wash over his flesh.

This sight made them feel a little hopeless. Was Ye Futian really just a Renhuang in the Ninth-Realm?

How could his physical body be this strong?

The divine body of Shenjia the Great Emperor had been destroyed, and all he had now was his own physical body. Still, it was terrifying.

“Kill.” Their expressions were chilling as hundreds and thousands of divine cauldrons spun, and countless rays of divine lightning struck down for the kill. At the same time, those cauldrons also blasted down, trying to overpower Ye Futian.

Ye Futian’s aura of the Great Path enveloped this space. He raised his head and looked up. In an instant, all these cauldrons stopped and remained still, and the divine light dimmed.

Above the sky, this scene was incredibly spectacular.

Those cultivators from the Holy Land of Taichu stared at the cauldrons, trying to urge them again, but found that they couldn’t.

They looked down at Ye Futian, who was standing under those countless cauldrons. A little desperate now, they wondered, “How can he be so strong?”

Ye Futian looked at those people with pity. They were all cultivators from the Holy Land of Taichu, and they really didn’t do anything wrong. However, this was the cruel reality in the world of cultivation. If the situation was reversed, and these cultivators invaded the Ziwei Segmentum, they would become the ones slaughtering those inside the Ziwei Segmentum. The scenario would be completely different.

Boom… At this time, the Millet Emperor descended with Wangshen Watchtower on his back and blasted directly into the crowd. In an instant, many cultivators fell from above, and many of them were killed on the spot.

All that was happening in front of their eyes was like a dream; the cultivators of the Holy Land of Taichu perished one after the other.



At this time, outside the Holy Land of Taichu, countless people had rushed here to observed the battlefield within.

They saw the entire Holy Land of Taichu seemed to be shrouded in the light of the apocalypse. All of the Holy Land was filled with a suffocating destructive force. Many people stood high above the sky and watched. They saw many cultivators of the Holy Land perish. The Holy Land of Taichu was in the process of being destroyed.

This day was like the end days for the Holy Land.

Would the Holy Land of Taichu be destroyed in this battle?

No one ever imagined that such a day was possible. They had heard of Ye Futian’s name before, of course. He was the legendary premier genius talent in the Original Realm, a peerless enchanting figure who was the heir of Emperor Ye Qing. He was later forced to retreat to the Ziwei Segmentum, locked himself in there, and cut off all interaction with the outside world.

But in the impressions of many people, he was an extremely talented youngster.

Who could have imagined that on this day, he would lead the cultivators from Ziwei Imperial Palace to come to Taichu for the express purpose of destroying the Holy Land of Taichu?

“Taichu Saint Emperor will not be defeated, Right? He will definitely save the Holy Land of Taichu,” someone whispered, placing their hopes on Taichu Saint Emperor.

“Well, Taichu Saint Emperor will definitely be able to beat back these invaders,” some cultivators agreed.

In the Taichu Domain, the Holy Land of Taichu was believed in by many people, much like the Heavenly Mandate Academy in the Heavenly Mandate Realm back then. Now that they saw Ye Futian was leading a strike team to invade them, naturally, they hoped that Taichu Saint Emperor could stop them.

Just as Ye Futian thought, the struggle in the cultivation world was cruel, and there was no absolute right or wrong. If these people knew how the Holy Land of Taichu had dispatched those people into the Original Realm back then and how they had dealt with the Heavenly Mandate Academy, what would they think?



On the battlefield, Ye Futian and the others kept moving forward, and they had reached deep inside the Holy Land of Taichu. The land underneath them lay in total ruin, littered with the bodies of many cultivators; they were all cultivators at the Renhuang level. But Ye Futian and the others did not kill indiscriminately—only those who resisted and lashed out against them were slain.

Even so, bodies were everywhere. There were many cultivators in the Holy Land of Taichu with a lot of powerful ones. When they gathered into the matrix, hundreds of men moved to attack all at once.

However, although the Holy Land of Taichu was powerful, it was still beaten by this group of invaders, as they drove deep into the heart of the Holy Land, and no one was able to stop them.

Right now, there are really only three key areas on the battlefield that were of concern. The battlefield of the Tribulation Plane cultivators, especially the one occupied by Taichu Saint Emperor and Lord Chen, was the most critical. The two of them were already fighting at a high altitude and not affecting anyone else.

“Jieyu, Millet Emperor, go help Emperor Xi and Deputy Lord Murong,” Ye Futian said, as Hua Jieyu and the Millet Emperor nodded. Both of them possessed combat effectiveness at the Tribulation Plane. Four against two—they would naturally have the absolute upper hand.

As for Ye Futian, he was still moving forward. He looked at the battlefield ahead with Taichu Saint Emperor and Lord Chen. He wanted to help Lord Chen and keep Taichu Saint Emperor here, for he could not allow the man to leave here alive.

In the crowd ahead, there were some of Ye Futian’s “old friends,” Renhuang cultivators who had gone to the Heavenly Mandate Realm on behalf of the Holy Land of Taichu to take over the Heavenly Mandate Realm as their own. When they saw Ye Futian at this moment, it was like a dream.

Once, they looked upon Ye Futian with carelessness. They only wanted to control him to control the Heavenly Mandate Academy, and they thought that Ye Futian didn’t know what was good for him.

However, in just a few years, Ye Futian was actually able to invade inside the Divine Prefecture and attack the Holy Land of Taichu. All of this was so surreal.

Ye Futian seemed to have noticed some of their gazes and cast a glance at them. Then his finger pointed down in the air, and the infinite sword will came down and slew them across the space. Sizzling sounds continued as those people perished one after another!
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